Delilah Shot In Head Novels & Stories

"I'll be fine." She attempted to stand but immediately her legs gave way. The chair toppled backward and Delon rushed forward dramatically. "Delilah!" She collapsed onto her knees as a violent cough escaped her lips. Then— Blood splattered across the floor. Delon's eyes lit up. Finally, at last. The poison had worked. Delilah stared down at the blood staining her fingers, then slowly looked up at him. Shock filled her eyes, then confusion and then fear. The performance was magnificent.

Gross. I could do this. I held my breath and pulled the trigger, missing him by a few inches. The bullet made a hole through the barn door. Dang it! "It's okay, Baby. Just breathe. You'll get him." Grant whispered as he let out a breath and shot a man in a famous green and yellow deli uniform. The dude's prescription glasses flew off as he tumbled to the side. How his glasses had managed to stay on this long was a mystery to me.

She let me stare openly at her braless chest. Maybe my gaze was too direct. She swatted my arm, coquettish and playful. "Stop staring. Your eyes are practically glued to me." A hazy realization settled in. I knew something was going to happen tonight. Delilah fell silent, her head bowed as she avoided my eyes. She twirled her wine glass between two fingers, her pretty face already flushed a deep red. The wine stained her lips, full and glossy—so tempting I wanted to bite them.

As the iron gates of the mental institute swing open, my wife, Serena Seacrest, walks in with her childhood sweetheart, Adrian Cross, beside her. She looks at me with utter disgust. I am strapped tightly to the bed, unable to move. She sneers, "Damian, you've been subjected to electroshock treatments for an entire month. Is your mania any better? You pushed Adrian down the stairs and nearly broke his leg, so I sent you here to teach you how to be a normal person." Serena tosses a worn-out pink comfort bunny onto the floor and speaks as though she is granting me a favor. "Get down on your knees and apologize to Adrian. If you do, I'll be kind enough to let you see Lila next month." I sta

He reached out and pulled me into his arms, holding me tightly against his chest. He was trying to keep me from falling apart. But I was already falling. He pressed his forehead against mine, his breath shaky as he whispered, "I'm so sorry." And then, without warning, he ripped my soul apart. "I, Castor Roman, Alpha of the Greater Augusta Pack, reject you, Delilah Corrigan, as my mate and Luna." It felt like someone had plunged a knife into my chest, twisting it until I couldn't breathe. The pain was instant, searing through me like fire, burning everything inside me.

“It’s such a touching story. Now that her son’s all grown up, she’s finally made it.” As the crowd praised me, the reporters snapped photo after photo, documenting my journey as an inspiring businesswoman. However, just as I announced the start of the ceremony, a commotion broke out near the entrance. The crowd parted, creating a path for someone to walk through. Gasps filled the room as everyone stared in disbelief. “Wait a minute! Isn’t that Claire’s dead husband, Nathan?” “And why is her cousin sister Amelia with him? What’s going on between those two?”

The city woke the next morning to chaos. News headlines exploded with speculation. The celebration of new leadership was overshadowed by a single, haunting question: *Who killed Ethan Cross?* His body was taken for examination, and within days, the answer surfaced—poison. Not accidental. Not natural. Intentional. Lisha was left shattered. Confusion clung to her like a shadow. She replayed the night over and over, searching for something she had missed. He had been fine. He had been smiling. He had been alive.

This is already the best birthday I've had. "For the birthday girl," Drew announces, setting a white cupcake with baby blue frosting and a single lit candle on the counter in front of me. Dorathy gestures for me to sit. "Make a wish," Killian says, dropping into the seat beside me. I close my eyes. The warmth of the candle flickers against my face. Keep us all together. Keep us safe. I blow it out. The camera clicks. "What'd you wish for?" Drew leans in immediately, grinning.

Without waiting for his reply, she immediately walked out of the room, bumping into Ria, who had run upstairs after hearing her scream. "Jass… " Ria couldn't say anything as she saw her friend running out of the house. Ria knew she couldn't go after her friend now, so she went inside the room to find out what had happened, and she was astonished when she saw Tyler standing with Pearl, huddling close to his side. "You!" Ria pointed a finger at Tyler. She came forward and slapped him. Tyler could only lower his head in shame, and he couldn't change what had already happened. He only needed to apologize.

she says "He-he wasn't a-all so awesome," I tell her "Did you shoot him?" She asks "N-no, I came home f-from college and he was here," I tell her honestly. "He was already gone when you got there?" She asks "Y-y-yes," Mika wrapped her arms around my waist pulling my back against her I turned around to hug her as we continued talking to the operator, telling her everything we knew. Eventually, we heard police sirens coming, "I'm going to hang up now, okay?" The lady asks